The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1478

The sound of the cough was startlingly clear.

Rosalind froze mid-motion, her mind rippling like a stone had been cast into a still pond. Her blood surged through her, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.

Zephyr stood by the bedside, having heard Lysander's voice as plainly as Rosalind had. His pupils dilated with urgency as he quickly stepped forward, pulling Rosalind back. With a trembling voice, he addressed the figure on the bed, "Lysander, are you awake? Open your eyes and look at me, it's Grandpa."

After three long years, there was finally a sign of life from Lysander. The wait seemed to be over!

For three years, Zephyr had been cloaked in worry and suppressed emotions. Now, his heart raced with an intensity that shook his very being.

Rosalind, so nervous she swallowed the medicine in her mouth, didn't even bother to wipe the residue from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Lysander. The thought of him awakening sent waves of excitement through her.

Zephyr watched over Lysander with shaky, hopeful eyes. Though Lysander didn't respond to his words, his eyelids fluttered, and one could see his eyeballs moving, straining to open. Zephyr's heart hung in suspense, his gaze fixed on Lysander's eyes, yearning for the moment they would open.

Another cough escaped Lysander, his long lashes trembling with the effort to see once more.

The room was silent, a hushed expectancy filled the air. Zephyr held his breath, waiting alongside Lysander, sharing in the man's struggle to reconnect with the world.

After an agonizing half minute, Lysander's eyes slowly opened. The light flooded his vision, and after so long in darkness, it was overwhelming. He closed his eyes briefly, letting them adjust, and then, with an effort that had the room holding its collective breath, Lysander's eyes opened again.

This time, a sharp glint flickered in their depths- profound and unfathomable.

His gaze met Zephyr's aged but elated face. Lysander's lips moved, a hoarse and dry sound emerged, "Grandpa..."